𝓾𝓷𝘧𝘰̲𝘳̲𝘨̲𝘦̲𝘵̲𝘵̲𝘢̲𝘣𝘭𝘦.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀I - I don't know... ❜ ⠀⠀⠀almost pouting, suddenly she wasn't a grown up woman with an opinion, she was a girl trying not to get see with her hand on the cookie jar. putting her hands together shyly. he's right, she never has shown any interest in + ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀people will see him in the porch... they'll think he's a drunk. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀she has to force herself not to sound annoyed or upset, instead trying to go calm and disinterested, the second her husband sensed any type of emotion in her voice, he would + ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀I'm not worried about him telling anyone, darling. I'm worried about someone seeing him, where does he sleep? in his car? just outside the house like a dog? it looks bad... ❜ ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀I just worry the neighbors might see him out there... sleeping wherever he sleeps when you won't allow him in. how could I explain it if they asked? you know Miss Johnson is so noisy... ❜ ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀... don't be too hard on him... ❜ ⠀




⠀ his pacing comes to a halt as the front door opens, his father standing tall on the other side. he feels like a deer caught in headlights; breath caught in his throat. dull nails dig deeper into his palms. anxiety pools his veins, ——-


